Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(40)

“Just want to check that he’s done a good enough job?” Alex says with a curl of his lip. His fingers move inside of me, and my face prickles with heat.

Damn! I should be embarrassed, but all I can think about is that Alex leaves his fingers there.

I’ve lost my mind.

Too many orgasms can make a woman lose it, right?

“Did he?” Alex questions.

“Yes,” I answer, biting my lip.

“Good. Now, let’s get you cleaned up because I’m exhausted and starving,” he states as his fingers fall away from me and a pout forms on my lips. “Ivy,” Alex warns. “Shower, food, then more orgasms. I promise,” he tells me.

Okay, I like the sound of that.





15





ALEX





That was fucking scorching hot.

Not the part where I left Ivy with another man’s mouth on her, but everything before that was.

We’re lazily hanging out in her pool eating breakfast while staring out at the turquoise blue of the ocean. Both of us are exhausted and sated from the morning’s sex fest.

“I never want to leave.” Ivy sighs as she presses her naked self against the pool tiles then places her elbows on the edge as she stares out toward the horizon. “I’m worried the spell is going to be broken when I get home and that the girl I am here is going to stay here,” she muses softly.

“I’m happy to keep that girl alive back home.” I chuckle, nudging her shoulder playfully which makes her laugh.

“Don’t think I can take you on my dates … that would be weird.”

Dates? Oh, hell no.

“You ready to get back out there when you get back home?” I ask cautiously.

“Not sure. If someone comes along that’s interested, then maybe,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

I’m interested.

Me.

I curse internally but know now is not the time to push the subject.

“I’m certainly not looking forward to getting back into the swing of things at work. I’ve taken the past month and a bit off over the holiday season. Liv’s detour to Mustique, then here, extending my time away. I don’t remember ever having this much time off. I’ve enjoyed it, but I know there’s going to be so much to do when I get back home.” Ivy sighs. “I don’t think I’m going to have time to date even if I was ready.”

I shouldn’t be happy about that bit of information but I am. It means she’s only going to have time for me because guess who’s going to come along and sweep her off her feet. Take her out for dinner, help her burn the candle at both ends.

“What about you?” she asks, turning to me as she rests her face against her arms on the pool’s edge.

“What about me?” I ask.

“Are you looking forward to getting back home? I bet there’s a long line of gorgeous women anticipating your return,” she teases.

“None that I’m interested in. Not since a sexy blonde interior designer has caught my eye,” I tell her honestly.

She reaches out and slaps me playfully. “Please, you will forget about me as soon as the wheels touch the tarmac.”

A frown forms on my face.

How could she ever think I could forget about her so easily?

“Hardly. Don’t forget you promised me that you would meet my mother, so I could be son of the year,” I remind her.

Ivy cracks up laughing. “How could I forget. I can’t let my fans down, now can I?” She smiles widely.

“I’d probably make room in your schedule for an entire day because I know she’s not going to be done with you in a few hours,” I warn her.

“Might have to be a weekend then. I’ll double-check my schedule and see. I’m not sure what the guys have organized for me since I’ve been away,” she says seriously, and I like the way she isn’t making excuses to get out of the meeting.

“Maybe I should bring you home for the weekend then,” I push.

Ivy stills beside me, and I kick myself for maybe pushing her too far.

“You’d want to bring me home?” she asks, seemingly surprised by my admission.

“Of course, they will love you.” I know they will, and not because my mother already loves her professionally, but because she’s a genuinely gorgeous woman who I want to spend more time with.

Ivy frowns before shaking away whatever thoughts were going on in her mind. “Like I said, I’ll have to check my schedule, but I’ll let you know as soon as I can,” she says, turning back and looking out over the ocean, which is obviously signaling the end of that conversation. Before I can raise the issue with her, the sound of a phone ringing echoes through the bungalow.

“Did you want to get that?” I ask.

“If it’s important, they’ll call back.” She sighs as the phone rings outs. Moments later, the phone rings again, which now has Ivy’s attention. “Sorry,” she says as she jumps out of the pool and carefully rushes, grabbing a white robe from the door and wrapping it around her naked body.

I watch as she misses the call but grabs her phone off the side of the bed and stares at the screen as a message comes through. Ivy’s hand touches her lips covering a gasp as her face loses its color.